Every second person on the DTC bus or the Churchgate local had a Nokia 6600, a Motorola Razr, or a newly-launched BlackBerry Pearl. Their ringtones weren’t songs; they were synthesized MIDI versions of "Aankhon Mein Teri" or the Credit Suisse theme. The busiest sound was the click-clack of thumbs typing on physical QWERTY keypads. SMS was still the king of communication. A full conversation cost 50 paise per message, and you counted every character.
But in 2007, you still read a physical newspaper on the train. You still asked a stranger for directions. You still waited for your favorite song on Channel [V] or MTV. You still had to be somewhere to talk to someone. life in a metro -2007-
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. But mostly, it was the loudest of times. And if you listen closely, you can still hear the echo of that Nokia ringtone, bouncing off the concrete pillars of a metro station, somewhere between Andheri and the rest of the world. Every second person on the DTC bus or
